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insecurities bleed out of my torn skin

as sweet relief slowly makes it's way in

but no one cares that I sit here crying

and no one thinks of me as I sit here dying

I could disappear and no one would notice I was gone

and so I wear my smile like a shield but not for long

cause my reflection is starting to fade away

cause even the mirror doesn't care about me anyway



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they use me for their own personal satisfation

and then after that I am a ghost missing in action

waving my hands in the air will they notice me

haunted by things inside I wonder where I could be



am I real or are these images in my head

when I speask do people hear what I have said

am I bleeding or are the voices that I hear

and why does the darkness trigger my fear

existing in the world I am just an empty face

happiness is a stranger to me that I want to taste

I would sacrafice anything to not be broken anymore

if breathing prevents happiness than what am I doing it for

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if I could rid myself of one moment of my fantasy

maybe it would be enough to bring me back to reality

if I could zap these thoughts out of my brain

then maybe it would be enough to end the pain

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